Wang Lang raised his leg and wanted to kick it, but suddenly a voice came from above his head, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. If the donor kicks it, his fortune may be gone."

"Where can you get the luck if you don't kick it?"

"The donor really wants to kick?" asked slowly.

"What's wrong?" Wang Lang asked back.

"If you kill him, your fortune may be gone."

"I won't kill him." Wang Lang chuckled.

The voice above his head came again, "What's the main thing about Shi?"

"Look at his luck." Wang Lang grinned.

After saying that, Wang Lang kicked Cao Zhen away with one kick.

Cao Zhen screamed and rolled on the ground not far away for a long distance before stopping. After stopping, blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth and he disappeared.

Wang Lang looked up at Rugui standing on the top of the electric pole above his head, "It depends on his luck whether he is alive or dead."

It slowly falls from the top of the telephone pole.

It was not bragging at all, but it really fell, just like a feather falling to the ground, and it was light and fluttering. When it fell to the ground, its wide robe swelled and then slowly turned into its original form.

If you are quite tall, you are black and thin, and you don’t look like a monk. You are like a bandit who is robbing the house. Although you have a lot of incense, you still look like that and you can’t change the temperament of him.

This black monk would save people at any time, and there were not a few hundred souls under his command, but nearly a hundred.

Why is this old guy over 100 years old? How many people can be saved by a person over 100 years old in his life? It goes without saying that.

Not to mention anything else, Wang Lang heard from Liu Zhao that one of the monks who went to school to practice that day died. One of them had a heart disease. At that time, he was directly rescued by Ru to the Western Paradise.

There are some reasons why this black monk wants to save people, and he feels like he has no choice but to be punished.

Just now, the black monk was able to stop an out-of-control car with a slap, and he could even think of his strength and toes.

When Wang Lang felt confused when he thought of this black monk being afraid of the Dragon Slaying Real Person, he felt a little confused. This black monk was so ferocious. The black monk said that he could not save the Dragon Slaying Real Person, which shows how awesome the Dragon Slaying Real Person was.

The Black Monk’s realm of creation, the realm of creation, there is no word false before.

"I thought the donor was the one who was dragging his back among the Black Dragon King, but I was so clumsy. I had already learned a lot of the Creation Realm when I returned to the realm. I had set three years for the donor before, but at that time I thought the donor would be able to reach the Creation Realm in three years. Now it seems that as long as the donor's fortune is not particularly bad, I can reach the Creation Realm within two years." The black monk said slowly.

Wang Lang was amused and then grinned. He was praised by others. How could he be unhappy if he was praised by such a powerful person? The black monk said that Wang Lang could reach the realm of creation within two years. Can Wang Lang be unhappy?

Many people will never reach the realm of fortune in their entire lives. Wang Lang can achieve it at a young age. How could it be awesome?

The Creation Realm of Sanjilang was aged 30, and the last one came out of Longmen before, was Wang Qinghou, the Black Dragon King who died before Wang Lang. The awesome boss did not go back to the realm of Feng, but went directly to the Creation Realm. It goes without saying that he is a peerless genius.

It just died prematurely, which is a huge loss to the gantry.

Ru, he clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, "Donor, let's part here, see you three years later."

Wang Lang pretended to put his hands together, "Senior walked slowly and didn't give him a look."

If you go to the soles of your feet and step on the ground, you will jump lightly, jump for five or six meters high, step on the top of the telephone pole, and finally disappear into the vast night, and it looks like you have flew away.

Wang Lang was envious when he could reach this level. It was so awesome. Such people usually cannot die. Such people live by trying every means to live longer. The only thing that threatens them is the laws of nature. But in the end, they turned into dust under the laws of nature.

This is why so many people go all out to seek immortality. Although it is an illusory thing.

Li Taibai asked when he searched the immortal and fooled Du Shaofu to travel around the country. In the end, Du Shaofu could not run around, so he found a place to live.

Li Taibai never found Bai Yujing on the twelfth floor and five cities in his life, nor did he find the true immortal for immortality. In the end, he could only leapt into the water illusion world when he was drunk, and went to Guanghan Palace to ask Fairy Chang'e how he was looking for immortality.

Wang Lang doesn't believe in immortality. He only knows that people have only been for decades, and they have a better luck for a hundred years. Anyway, people can live happily in this life. It is necessary to live like a turtle for thousands or eight hundred years, live freely and freely all their lives, and do everything they should do. When it's time, just close your eyes and die immediately.

Wang Lang felt that ten thousand years was too long, and he had to seize the day and night. His life was full of fun, and he could live a prosperous life, with the tumultuous clouds and waters in the world, and the five continents were shaking and thunderous. He could also be a rural villager who could be a mediocre person, recuperating the desolate and carrying a hoe back in the morning.

The three girls there saw the old monk chatting with Wang Lang jumping up and stepping on the telephone pole and leaving. Except for Chu Lele, the remaining two were stunned, and their mouths were so open that they could stuff an egg in them.

When Chu Lele saw that Wang Lang actually knew that monk, she remembered that Wang Lang was chased by the black monk and was confused in her eyes. What method did Wang Lang use to speak calmly with this black monk?

Qiu Hai fought against each other, weak and wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to move, so he stood there with the car, begging Wang Lang to take a lighter move later. He also saw that Cao Zhen was kicked several meters away by Wang Lang, and his life and death were uncertain. The four people Cao Zhen invited were knocked down by Wang Lang three times and five times. He was just garbage. He had no courage to deal with Wang Lang.

Wang Lang watched Ru left, turned around and saw three girls looking at Ruge over there.

"Let's go, don't stand there." Wang Lang greeted the three girls.

Wang Lang got into the car and lit a cigarette. Qiu Hai hesitated for a moment, nodded and ran over, and arrived next to Wang Lang, "Brother, can I get out?"

"Don't you get out and wait for me to see him off?" Wang Lang asked back.

"Get out now, get out now." Qiu Hai nodded and turned around and ran away, giving a big sigh in his heart. This ancestor actually let him go.

The three girls got into the car.

Wang Lang drove away. As he walked, the three girls realized that something was wrong in Wang Lang's driving direction.

"Bitch, where are we going?"
Chapter completed!